A piece of chicken and a piece of broccoli walk into a bar,
A corn tortilla says, “You guys need more to be a MAHA star.
“You need me and to bring
“Just one more thing,
“To make it a USDA-approved three-dollar meal that tastes subpar.”
To get on the wrong side of the government, you had to be a bomb-throwing anarchist,
That was until Trump and his Cabinet conspired to be Constitutional denialists.
They’d rather rendition citizens on illegal flights
Than perpetuate the spirit of the Bill of Rights,
Now, if you stand chanting in a protest line holding a sign, you’re a “domestic terrorist.”
Maria Corina Machado came to meet Trump, smiling like a bride,
She came to convince “Acting Presidente” to back her Venezuela side.
She slipped him her Nobel,
So the meeting went well,
Though Trump, Machado and you and me know it was just a stinking bribe.
We’ve always known Donald Trump was crude, callous and crass,
His thin skin and narcissism make him susceptible to sass.
So when called “pedophile protector” by a heckler
He responded with a “fuck you” and the middle finger
Because the president of the United States is a childish, vulgar ass.
California is considering imposing a billionaire wealth tax,
And the state’s big billionaire babies are having a panic attack.
They don’t seem to see the blatant hypocrisy
Of paying millions to defend their oligarchy,
Instead of paying it forward in unselfish, altruistic acts.
In this Age of Obesity, government dietary guidelines are warranted,
But it’s not always what you eat — it could be the genes you inherited.
They’re recommending more dairy and red meats,
Less processed foods, less sugar, fewer sweets,
So we can thank RFK Jr., Donald Trump and McDonald’s for our new food pyramid.
From Trump’s “stolen election” lies, we can’t get no relief,
He carps on about stolen votes, but he never names the thief.
Somebody needs to tell this guy
Americans aren’t buying his lies,
And that he’s turned us into the United States of Disbelief.
